Wobbly

Wooden top on their kitchen floor,

you try to convince yourself

it’s okay to end this wobbly ride.

Mom stands in the doorway

asks if this is the best you can do;

Dad gets up from the breakfast table

Stands over you, demands

you get your ass off his floor

and get something done.

Overwhelmed with too much time,

you didn’t struggle like this before the pandemic,

you rehash woulda, shoulda, coulda

Maybe tomorrow, you will pick yourself up,

rewind the string and

start spinning all over, again

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